• A sourse of all kinds.
    It's mysterious and cruel,
    But touching...in a way.
    No one would figure, we hve it every day
    Our hearts bow to it's preasence,
    No. Love it is not.
    But hatred and sorrow.
    There are still changes.
    When it finds light. nothing can endure its embrace
    Nothing can have a dark corner.
    Love
    Pain
    Hatred.
    It's just the way it goes.